This is a headgum podcast.

Night.

Now there is a concept.

You gotta give God credit for coming up with that one.

After almost universal acclaim first big thing, I'm talking about let there be light.

You gotta be bold as hell to have your sophomore effort be your big hits opposite.

Night, it simply was God's first big swing, and it worked.

Weirdos came out of the woodworks to celebrate a time when charisma and looks were finally on an even playing field.

And sex was back on the menu boys.

This is a show about teenagers. That was the Lord of the Rings Viagra Tyac campaign, right?

It was rough when sex was off the menu.

My God, we're never going to play.

But I speak not of God's first big swing.

Tonight I speak of a less beloved consequence of God's at that. I speak of God's first buns.

The Hill Scare House was built insensibly. The architect recently dumped because his dream house was too elegant for his boyfriend's, consistently expressed Spartan taste, tore up the schematics, took a shout of Johnny Walker, and then indulge in that more Athenian practice, improvisation.

Architects have limited imagination, the result of a curse, so he improvised the only way an architect could he made a line. The Hill

Scare House was built one segment after the other in a straight row a style that would

later be embraced by the Caterpillar the worm and those and those little this house was

before worms and those freckles in my foot I used to think meant I was chosen for

more I was chosen for more. More pizza than it is, boa ha ha.

Instead of firm oak, the lumber of the hill scare house was made of weird maple, a wood infused with weird sap, which I'll tell you

all about later if you're nice to me.

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